A story on top of a mountain

In a cosmos far away through the void

Dragons of roses carry the branches

In which lies a dried out fountain of gold

A world like ours,

But in this realm there’s only the last minutes

Of a life force traveling through it

The last existence of it finished

Ready to embark on the last trip

A destination unknown to all living,

But common among the dead

A ritual one cannot simply skip

With the happy finger slipping, the last living existence tastes only lead

That’s life; that’s what all the people say right?

Featured Photo Artist – d4rkharlequin

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